Spring is here – almost. There is something extremely winsomely pleasant and beautiful about fresh leaves and little wild flowers on the trees. Little petals of Utopia strengthens your belief, all of it that has been lost in the hopeless arctic winter.
Summer is so promising. Summer is so much more life and energy. Summer is soul and summer is striking. Summer is want and summer is a need too. Summer is hopeful and summer is beautiful. Summer is a vacation and worth the wait too.
Winter feels more like a forever halt and an eternal continuation for the sunshine to arrive. Winter feels depressing and lonely.
But it’s almost coming to an end and spring is the aura of that end. While winter feels so hopeless and seems never ending, spring approaches and the sun shows glimpses every now and then, hope starts to reach you little by little. Spring says its not yet there, but almost. Just about, hang in there, just a little bit and the extremes will be bridged – very soon.
And then life is such. While you’re just at the brink of losing it completely, it sends you one more hint your way, one more whisper to hold on to and you pump up your optimism, hopeful about your aspirations. Spring is such – it sends little hints, it magically adorns the trees with little beautiful lives and makes you believe in life yet again.
I’ve decided I’m going to make peace with my restlessness. I’ve decided I’m going to bridge the extremes. I’ve decided I’m going to wait eagerly for the summer while spring is already here!
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